I went allotment visiting today to gather tomato growing advice and know-how, more of which next week.
As always part of the joy of allotments is taking a walk along bumpy grass boundary paths, some more like green tightropes where land has been claimed for growing and seeing all the different approaches.
In story telling there are meant to be 7 plotlines which between them form the narrative arc of all stories. The same small number can’t be said of allotmenteers and their plots – instead they reflect personality and character; endless in number with no two being the same.
The owner of this allotment wasn’t around so I don’t know the varieties being grown but I thought these tomatoes, interspersed with sweetcorn looked at home in their compost mulched bed. I liked the comparison between the even spacing of rows and plants and upright staking with the softness of the leaves and messiness of the mulch.
